as if they have flavor
It's the control of your soul
that your thought's tempt to savor
You unwillingly give in
as if there was a chance to live free
There was no way to know
you gave birth to your enemy
It's parasitic
Catastrophic
And you keep consuming those
thoughts as if you're heroic
Strengths not a given
It takes will to control
To find the cracks of the mind
that let the thoughts seep in whole
They evade
To persuade
You to feel
What you think
is actually real
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